She rolled me onto my back and pulled my waistband down to mid-thigh, exposing my dick and elevating it to a near-vertical angle. She pumped it a little faster and a little harder before ducking her head and taking a long Lick along my shaft from balls to tip.

“I'm soooo wet for you. I'm fucking soaked, actually, after that tongue-lashing you gave me. And I can't wait to feel you deep inside me."

“Ohhh, Holly..." I groaned, draping my right forearm over my eyes.

After swirling her tongue around my crown, she bobbed her blue-haired head up and down a few times, fucking her own face with my cock. I was as hard as I would ever get, and after yanking my pajama pants down to my ankles, Holly got up on her knees, swung one to the other side of my hips, and jacked my rod with her right hand while aiming it at her descending cunt.

"Oh, Holly," I moaned again.

“Holly, Holly, wait!... Wait-wait-wait."

Holly froze just as my mushroom head touched her pussy Lips

“I... I..."

“It's okay. You can do this,“ she urged gently and started lowering herself. I felt my battering ram begin to part her folds

“Wait-wait-wait!" I screeched again. This time, I twisted my hips and rolled away from her. She had to shift her balance to her left knee to avoid being toppled over.

“Maaatt..." she whimpered, her voice full of need.

"I'm sorry!" I sputtered. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I just... I can't do this. I can't do this to them."

“Why NOT?"

“Because! "

“The girls said it was okay!"

“That's not the point!"

“Then what IS the point?"

"I don't know!" I lay flat on my back, both palms covering my eyes

Holly said nothing, although from the shift of the mattress I could tell she was still on the bed with me. She waited me out while I caught my breath and tried to gather my thoughts. But the more I tried to get a hold of them, the more they slipped through my grasp.

Finally, I just opened my eyes and looked at her. Even if I couldn't figure out what was going on with my own emotions, the chivalrous part of me wanted to be considerate of hers.

“Holly, I'm sorry."

She sat upright, knees to her chest, with her arms wrapped around them.

She didn't look angry or anything, just confused and a little... contemplative.

“I'm sorry," I repeated.

“I never meant to tease you. Believe me, I know exactly what it's Like to be brought right up the bitter edge of doing something only to be stopped at the last fucking moment.”